brief phone conversation, in which he asks someone for a car—and then it sounds even better, like the guy is going to wrangle some fake ID’s as well. He hangs up, nodding in satisfaction. “This might work.”
“Great.” The word is slightly ironic, but I am glad that there’s a plan. The sooner we get to Laredo, the sooner this will be over. “When do we meet him?”
“This evening. After dark. We can hang out here and rest until then, since we’ll want to drive tonight.”
“Okay.” I stretch out again, and he stretches out behind me, wrapping me in his arm again.
“Don’t try to get away again,” he mumbles, sounding kind of sleepy himself.
“I won’t.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yeah. My ass is still sore from last time.”
He rubs his groin against my bottom slightly, but he’s not really hard. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll give you another spanking soon.”
God help me, I’m just sick—because I really like that idea.
Eighteen
Code
What a difference a couple of hours of real sleep makes. Lame as it sounds, it’s the fucking truth. While this place is a fucking dump, the bed is comfortable, and there’s air conditioning, and after finally having that shower, I almost feel human.
It’s dark out, and I know that we’ve got to keep moving. Wren’s idea about fake I.D’s was great. I don’t know why she’s suddenly on board with helping us get out of here, but I’m not gonna argue it either.
She’s still asleep on the bed, and that’s fine with me. I’ve got to plans to make. I met Jamie a year ago when I needed a change of identity. He’s pretty much like a fucking vampire—sleeps all day and is up all night—and I know he works fast.
I’ve never been in a hurry for anything, so I know I’m taking a risk on putting in this kind of a favor. Jamie’s a cool guy and I’ve never seen him around Deke or the crew, so I’m pretty confident that it’s not gonna lead to any other issues.
Fucking better not.
I’m not trying to be quiet on purpose but I step away from the bed to call him to confirm he’ll have the stuff when we’d planned. Five minutes later, I’m done and Wren’s rolling over and looking at me.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“We’re gonna meet up with my guy at eleven. He’s gonna bring all of his shit to do the I.D.’s and he’s bringing a car.”
She sits up, her eyes a little wide. “Seriously? Just like that?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ve learned to not ask questions. I told him what I needed, he named a price and he’ll be here later.”
“Can you trust him?”
“Honestly? You can’t trust fucking anyone, but if I had to trust somebody right now to help us out, it’s Jamie.” I know she’s concerned about getting to Laredo as fast as humanly possible so that she can go home, but her questioning is making me second-guess myself.
“You don’t sound like you believe that.”
“After the last couple of days, do you blame me?”
“Can I ask you something?” I nod at her. “How did you even get into this? I mean, I know I don’t really know you but…you don’t seem like those other guys.”
How the fuck do I even begin to explain my screwed up life to her? “It’s a long story.” I scrub my hand over my face and really, it’s not something that I even want to get into. “Let’s just say that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it seemed pretty harmless to get involved with Deke and his crew for some easy jobs. And now I want out and the only way to do it was to go along with the plan at the bank.”
Wren looks over at the bags—one has cash, one has diamonds. “Deke wants the diamonds.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah. He was emphatic about me being the one to grab them. I was just so focused on having a way out of the crew that it didn’t raise any red flags with me. If things had gone as planned, I’d be dead right now.”
“So would I,” she says quietly.
And that’s all there is
“Great.” The word is slightly ironic, but I am glad that there’s a plan. The sooner we get to Laredo, the sooner this will be over. “When do we meet him?”
“This evening. After dark. We can hang out here and rest until then, since we’ll want to drive tonight.”
“Okay.” I stretch out again, and he stretches out behind me, wrapping me in his arm again.
“Don’t try to get away again,” he mumbles, sounding kind of sleepy himself.
“I won’t.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Yeah. My ass is still sore from last time.”
He rubs his groin against my bottom slightly, but he’s not really hard. “If you’re really good, maybe I’ll give you another spanking soon.”
God help me, I’m just sick—because I really like that idea.
Eighteen
Code
What a difference a couple of hours of real sleep makes. Lame as it sounds, it’s the fucking truth. While this place is a fucking dump, the bed is comfortable, and there’s air conditioning, and after finally having that shower, I almost feel human.
It’s dark out, and I know that we’ve got to keep moving. Wren’s idea about fake I.D’s was great. I don’t know why she’s suddenly on board with helping us get out of here, but I’m not gonna argue it either.
She’s still asleep on the bed, and that’s fine with me. I’ve got to plans to make. I met Jamie a year ago when I needed a change of identity. He’s pretty much like a fucking vampire—sleeps all day and is up all night—and I know he works fast.
I’ve never been in a hurry for anything, so I know I’m taking a risk on putting in this kind of a favor. Jamie’s a cool guy and I’ve never seen him around Deke or the crew, so I’m pretty confident that it’s not gonna lead to any other issues.
Fucking better not.
I’m not trying to be quiet on purpose but I step away from the bed to call him to confirm he’ll have the stuff when we’d planned. Five minutes later, I’m done and Wren’s rolling over and looking at me.
“What’s up?” she asks.
“We’re gonna meet up with my guy at eleven. He’s gonna bring all of his shit to do the I.D.’s and he’s bringing a car.”
She sits up, her eyes a little wide. “Seriously? Just like that?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ve learned to not ask questions. I told him what I needed, he named a price and he’ll be here later.”
“Can you trust him?”
“Honestly? You can’t trust fucking anyone, but if I had to trust somebody right now to help us out, it’s Jamie.” I know she’s concerned about getting to Laredo as fast as humanly possible so that she can go home, but her questioning is making me second-guess myself.
“You don’t sound like you believe that.”
“After the last couple of days, do you blame me?”
“Can I ask you something?” I nod at her. “How did you even get into this? I mean, I know I don’t really know you but…you don’t seem like those other guys.”
How the fuck do I even begin to explain my screwed up life to her? “It’s a long story.” I scrub my hand over my face and really, it’s not something that I even want to get into. “Let’s just say that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and it seemed pretty harmless to get involved with Deke and his crew for some easy jobs. And now I want out and the only way to do it was to go along with the plan at the bank.”
Wren looks over at the bags—one has cash, one has diamonds. “Deke wants the diamonds.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yeah. He was emphatic about me being the one to grab them. I was just so focused on having a way out of the crew that it didn’t raise any red flags with me. If things had gone as planned, I’d be dead right now.”
“So would I,” she says quietly.
And that’s all there is
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